What I wish for you this week is that you won't be satisfied with mediocre truths; that you'll be a fussy perfectionist focused on cutting out waste, fraud, and delusion; that you'll be itchy to know more about the unacknowledged games that are being played. Frustration, I hope, will be your holy fuel. Unsweetened lemonade, I trust, will be your rejuvenating drink. These are blessings, Aries, not curses! I pray that you'll pick one of your scabs until it bleeds so the healing process can start over -- the right way this time.